I search for venues like this for one simple reason, one that is often overlooked and that I have written endlessly about… Sanity. Being in the midst of solace gives me something that I am unable to get anywhere else, a conduit to an indefatigable supply of sanity. Is sanity a state of being, anContinue reading “Savoring the simple”
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The soul of the hostage
Hostage to hypocritical notions devotion versus revocation pontificating for parole. A belabored soul endeavoring to gain while securing nothing, but lamentations of battles lost. Aspiring for the exigency of grace to combat the improbable. Rising up, infused… bearing witness to petitions of affirmations that. My soul ain’t for sale. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All RightsContinue reading “The soul of the hostage”
What is enough?
Consistency… Man’s inhumanity towards man. I always marvel at how quickly the fires of vitriol are extinguished. The finger unfurls itself from its accusatory position and lies, flaccid as if it wasn’t casting blame just moments before. How the shadows of duplicity make themselves known in the glare of light. Silence is sanction and aContinue reading “What is enough?”
Question: What is yours?
What do you use?
Ardently Searching – A pictorial Essay
I’ve mentioned it tongue-in-cheek on occasion, but sometimes I wonder if there is any substance to my putting it out into the Universe. “If it weren’t for the solace of my excursions, my serial flings with Mother Nature that I’d be batshit crazy, fashionably modeling a strait jacket.” I don’t think it is accidental that IContinue reading “Ardently Searching – A pictorial Essay”
The poison of naiveté
Naiveté vice, strength and weakness. Affording sustenance to the cruel illusion of could, can, will. Aspirational notions push past – hollow enunciations of practicality in conflict with reality. Ambrosial lies of supremacy obscure common ground as haughty inebriation propels the assembled towards the cathedra – to be seated – as wanton blindnessContinue reading “The poison of naiveté”
A letter of acknowledgement entitled – Momma & Daddy
Momma, Daddy… Nothing is wrong, but the spirit moved me to say. Thank you… For what? For everything… Often, I wake up in the morning and instead of seeing myself in the mirror, I see the both of you and I am inspired. In retrospect I did notice, but I marveled as you both stoodContinue reading “A letter of acknowledgement entitled – Momma & Daddy”
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